Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 40: Gothic way of saving money!
In a breath, the young man who picked up the "admission ticket" rushed out of the teahouse.
This scene happened in a flash, and everyone was stunned.
Only Goethe took his time to pick up another shrimp dumpling.
"Sir, your things have been stolen!"
The teahouse owner came over and reminded Goethe.
"Um."
"The shrimp dumplings and chicken feet are good. I want another basket of each."
Goethe nodded and said with a smile.
At the same time, remove the lid of the teapot.
The teahouse owner took the kettle from the young man and added water for Goethe.
"Do you want to call the police?"
"Or should we notify the 'Unrestricted Fighting Tournament' safety committee?"
It is obvious that this teahouse owner is well-informed.
"Thanks."
After thanking him, Goethe did not speak any more, but just picked up the teapot and poured himself tea.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious.
The teahouse owner was quite tactful. He smiled, nodded, and returned behind the counter.
He did everything he should do.
More?
It's over.
Businessmen believe that harmony brings wealth.
If Goethe hadn't had morning tea in his teahouse, he wouldn't have even bothered.
Under the gaze of the guests in the teahouse, Goethe ate another basket of steamed buns and drank two cups of tea. It was not until 10:30 in the morning that he slowly walked out of the teahouse.
Goethe walked down the steps and whispered:
“The timing is just right.”
…
The young man held the '10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket' in his hand, with an irrepressible excitement on his face.
Especially when he found out that Goethe had not chased him out at all, he was so excited that he was shaking.
Get rich!
Get rich!
He knew that the price of a '10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket (Qualifying Round)' on the black market had already been driven up to one million - this was almost the same as the prize money for the qualifying champion.
But some people still buy it.
Because, as long as you can enter the unlimited fighting competition, even if it is the preliminaries, it is an opportunity.
An opportunity to succeed!
This opportunity is well over a million!
Of course, he wouldn't fight to the death.
Although I trained in a boxing gym for a few years, it was too hard!
It's not a place for people to stay at all.
What he wants is... enjoyment!
What I want is something for nothing!
Just like this time.
It was enough for him to squander for quite a long time.
Or just buy a suite?
I heard that the down payment has been reduced recently.
The young man thought about it, turned left and right on the street, and after making sure that no one would follow him, he made two more circles and walked into a bar that was converted from a basement.
The guard standing at the door was obviously familiar with the young man and opened the door directly to let him in.
The bar was not open at this time.
It has already been cleaned.
Several strong men were sitting at a square table playing mahjong.
Crash, crash.
Amid the sound of mahjong being rubbed, the man sitting at the host's table glanced at the young man.
"Why are there more good things?"
The sturdy man asked while stacking the cards. Then, without waiting for the young man to answer, he said unhappily, "Stop fooling those so-called school girls. They are all better at playing than my atmosphere team. The boss was almost scared last time. What I want is purity, purity from top to bottom, inside and out. There is no need to tattoo a flower on the X."
"Accident! Accident!"
"Not this time!"
"Look at this!"
The young man said as he took out the '10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket (Preliminary)'.
The sturdy man was stunned, and his eyes lit up.
But, wave your hand immediately.
"Don't give me this, it's too hot."
"What if I mess with some great boxer, warrior, or even a martial artist..."
"We all have to finish!"
The sturdy man looked as if he was refusing.
However, the young man smiled and placed the "admission ticket" next to the strong man.
"How could that be?"
"I stole it from a stupid, dumb guy."
"It looks a bit impressive, but the experience is not good enough. Just put the 'ticket' in your hand - then, I waved the fake one and they were fooled."
The young man narrated in a low voice.
"is that so?"
"fifty thousand!"
The sturdy man said this and played a card of 60,000.
"Brother, you bet 60,000."
The young man kindly reminded.
"Yes, I know."
"I said I'd give you fifty thousand and you'd keep the stuff."
The strong man said.
"Ah? Isn't this a bit too little?"
The young man looked shocked.
He had dealt with the other party before and knew that the other party was very shady, but today his cognition was refreshed once again - in his mind, this "admission ticket" was worth at least 200,000.
"Too little?"
"Then take it."
“This thing is too risky.”
As the sturdy man said this, the remaining three people at the table looked at the young man with ill intentions.
Obviously, if the young man really dared to take the admission ticket, then there would be no need to leave.
The young man felt bitter.
Why did he come here even though he knew it was dark here ?
Isn’t it because the other party still keeps his promise?
Now it seems that the other party is playing the long game to catch a big fish!
"Quite a lot! Quite a lot!"
"I……"
“Less!”
The young man was ready to compromise, take the money and leave, but a voice interrupted him and Goethe pushed open the door of the bar and walked in.
"It's you?!"
The young man exclaimed and stepped back.
The sturdy man did not stand up, but the three men at the card table stood up, staring at Goethe eagerly, waiting for their boss's order to kill Goethe.
"My friend, this place is not open yet."
As the sturdy man said this, his hand quietly reached for the drawer under the table.
There was a pistol inside.
His side has more people and more power, but he doesn't mind having an extra layer of insurance.
However, before he could touch the pistol, the scene before his eyes changed.
A giant red dragon flew over his head.
His whole body trembled at the huge dragon roar.
When the strong man woke up, Goethe was already sitting opposite him, playing with the pistol that belonged to him.
Secret weapon!
Fighter!
The sturdy man walking in the gray-black area instantly understood who he met, and immediately looked at the young man fiercely. At this time, the young man was already trembling.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
"I didn't mean to."
The young man fell to his knees and stammered for mercy.
Goethe waved his hand.
"It's okay. Just be more careful in your next life."
As he said this, he pointed the gun at the young man, but instead of pulling the trigger, he said "bang"!
But just this one move was enough to scare the young man to the point of collapse.
The other person just collapsed to the ground, his crotch was wet.
Goethe ignored the other party and looked at the burly man.
Or rather...
Goethe's target from the beginning was the strong man.
After getting a general understanding of this "secret realm" last night, Goethe had a general idea of how to quickly collect [Bloody Honor]: use money!
The 'secret realm' before me is different from the previous 'secret realm'.
Not only are the laws perfect and have a social foundation, but the secret world is no longer a secret. Ordinary people also know a little about some seemingly secret things.
For example: The person who killed the eldest son, second son, third son and youngest daughter of "Martial Saint" Zhao Jingjue was "Daoxie".
For example: After Dao Xie was besieged by people who worshipped the Martial Saint, the sword was given as a trophy to the brothers Xie Tian, the Big Yin Hand, and Xie Di, the Big Yang Hand.
For example: The Xie Tian Xie brothers, who were also known as the "Big Yin-Yang Hands", were not good at using knives, so they sent their knives directly to the auction house, and they were sold at a high price of over 100 million yuan seventy years ago.
And this is just the sword of 'Daoxie'.
There are also other weapons that have been passed down from the descendants of the "Martial Saint" Zhao Jingjue that have entered the auction house.
Without exception, all the weapons were sold at sky-high prices!
It is precisely because of such a high price that the descendants of the "Martial Saint" have had an increasingly difficult life - because people have discovered that as long as their blood is stained, everything will be different.
Finally, forty years ago, the great-grandson of the "Martial Saint" Zhao Jingjue had his chest pierced by the "Aurora Sword", declaring the death of all the descendants of the "Martial Saint" Zhao Jingjue.
When Goethe saw these materials, he felt that there was a big hand driving the process.
But it's none of his business.
He only knew that the importance of money in this world, and its importance to him, had reached an unprecedented level.
So, he deliberately showed his admission ticket.
He hoped someone would take the bait.
And the result did not disappoint him.
Using the [Blood Raven Spirit] as his eyes, he found the person he was looking for.
"How much is this ticket on the black market?"
Goethe asked.
"One million!"
After the sturdy man quoted the real price, he immediately stood up and slapped himself twice. He said respectfully: "I will compensate you one million right away - if you want a check, I will sign it to you right away. If you want cash, you have to wait a while. I have to collect it."
"cash!"
Goethe said without hesitation .
Then, he tapped the table and continued.
"When you go to collect the cash, tell your 'colleagues' that I have an admission ticket and one million in cash. Remember to describe my appearance, name, and background in detail."
Hearing Goethe's words, the sturdy man knelt down immediately.
"My lord, I would never do that!"
"I must have honestly collected the money for you!"
As he spoke, the strong man was about to cry.
The person in front of you is a fighter!
A fighter who can ignore guns!
If he was a boxer or a warrior, he might dare to be clever, but as a fighter... he really wouldn't dare.
"Just say it if you're told to."
"Remember, you must say..."
"I seem to be injured!"
Goethe commanded.
If you want fish to bite, you must have bait.
The sturdy man was stunned for a moment, and then he began to understand what Goethe meant.
It seemed that his compensation was not enough.
No!
wrong!
It should be said that the compensation from him alone is not enough.
Goethe still needs more compensation from people like him.
The strong man had no intention of objecting to this.
He has already paid, why shouldn’t others?
Moreover, you might even be able to earn some information fees.
then?
Of course, run away!
After doing something like this, if you still want to stay in Green Vine City, you are courting death!
"By the way, do you know who else in the entire Green Vine City has obtained an admission ticket?"
To speed things up, Goethe didn't mind doing both.
"The five major martial arts schools in Green Vine City must have received it."
"The four martial arts schools should have received it as well."
"And the three big companies in Green Vine City should have received it as well. "
"The rest will be given to some well-known warriors, but there shouldn't be many, no more than 4 - the one in your hand should be one of them."
The strong man told the truth about everything he knew.
"5+4+3+4... 16 cards?"
"Get me the information on those three corporate boxers."
Goethe calculated and gave the order.
Since you want to save money quickly, of course you should start with the fattest ones!
If you do it right, you might be able to achieve a small goal at a time!
Just when Goethe was thinking about how to "operate properly", something unexpected happened: Deming Real Estate, one of the three major companies in Green Vine City, actually asked for...
Challenge him!
